"Who?"


    Seeing that Che Chen unexpectedly said he met someone he knew here, father sparsokukotsky quickly put down his glass and looked around


    "It''s the one on the stage," Chechen said, pointing to the gypsy girl dancing on the stage.


    Father sparsokukotsky stood up slightly. He crossed the crowd and looked at the stage, but he couldn''t coincide the girl with someone in his memory. In other words, this woman is only known by Chechen.


    "Who is she?" father sparsokukotsky asked Cherchen.


    "Oxana. She is a diviner of Prince yanush," said Chechen.


    "Is it her? Are you right?" father sparsokukotsky couldn''t believe it. Father spasokukotsky knew the name of oxana. After all, the woman took two thousand Taylor from Pedro. But how could a man so rich and trusted by yanush dance in a small town tavern to make money?


    "You can''t read it wrong. The man above is Oksana." Chechen said firmly. Before saying this, he carefully confirmed it three times. Unless oxana has a twin sister.


    Father sparsokukotsky called the waiter.


    "Man, what''s the name of the gypsy girl dancing up there?" asked father sparsokukotsky.


    The waiter looked at his father and then at Chechen. He didn''t answer immediately. When Chechen found a Taylor and threw it into the waiter''s hand, the waiter smiled and said, "guys, the woman''s name is Oksana. She came to us with a group of Gypsies a few days ago. You should have heard that these Gypsy men rely on mending iron tools, while women rely on divination and dancing."


    The waiter was obviously a chatterbox. When he received the benefits of Cherchen, he said everything to them.


    But what the waiter said obviously could not explain Cherchen''s doubt, that is why yanush left Werner''s court to dance for a living. So Chechen took out two more Taylor:


    "This Taylor is for you, and the other one will be given to her when she finishes dancing. And tell her if she wants ten times more Taylor, come to me."


    "If she asks your names?"


    "Just say Mr. aleval."


    The waiter nodded and left with a smile. In such a short time, he has made two Taylor. This is more than his weekly salary.


    Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky waited quietly. After a while, Oksana''s dance was finally over. Oksana stepped off the stage, and then a servant of a tavern picked up all the money on the ground with a washbasin.


    "It''s captain Chechen. I thought who was so generous!"


    When oxana appeared again in front of Cherchen and father sparsokukotsky, oxana had taken off her heavy makeup. She was dressed in traditional gypsy clothes and sat opposite Chechen with a smiling face.


    "I didn''t expect to see Miss Oksana here. But you didn''t stay in the prince''s palace. Why did you start the art business again?" Chechen asked with a smile.


    "I made a mistake and lost my job," Oksana said as if nothing had happened. As if such things were common to her.


    Listen to Oksana''s answer, Chechen can''t answer.


    Seeing Cherchen choking for a moment, Oksana squeaked and smiled. She stretched out a hand, then spread out her palm and looked at Chechen.


    "What do you mean?" Chechen didn''t understand.


    "Of course, I want the ten Tylers you promised. The head of a mercenary regiment will never break his promise?" oxana said playfully.


    It seems that wherever she is, oxana''s love of money has not changed at all.


    Of course, Chechen wouldn''t break his promise for such a little money, but he just took ten Taylor out of his pocket, and a big hand full of thick hair slapped on the table.


    This big hand doesn''t belong to anyone here. It belongs to a drunken mercenary.


    The mercenary saw that Che Chen looked up at him, poured a few mouthfuls of wine into his mouth with uneven yellow teeth, and then said, "I said how can this bitch not drink with her brothers? It turned out that there was a little white face here and she was very rich!"


    Although this was not funny, the mercenary laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke.


    Neither Chechen nor father sparsokukotsky paid attention to him. Drunken mercenaries like this have seen much in Prince yanush''s army.


    When the drunken mercenary saw that Chechen didn''t pay attention to him, he thought that Chechen was afraid. He grabbed Oksana''s wrist and said licentiously, "Miss Oksana, you''d better accompany me. I''m much better than this little boy."


    With that, Oksana didn''t agree, so she pulled her up.


    Such a rude behavior made the surrounding guests applaud.


    Chechen originally thought that Oksana had been wandering in the market for so long, and there should be some means to deal with such scoundrels. Unexpectedly, Oksana struggled like a little woman and threw her eyes for help to Chechen.


    In this way, Chechen can''t see it. He stood up and said to the drunken mercenary, "friend, you''re drunk."


    This is an obvious attempt to stop him. The drunken mercenary saw that Chechen wanted to be a hero. He took out the dagger at his waist and shook it in front of Chechen: "boy, do you know what this is? If you are smart, give me the money and get out of here."


    The stinking wine in the mouth of the drunken mercenary made Chen want to vomit.


    The drunken mercenary will rob not only sex but also money, and there is only one way to deal with such a person.


    Chechen pretended to be helpless, and then groaned into his pocket. What he found was not Taylor, but a pistol.


    "Maybe this can convince you."


    When the drunken mercenaries saw the pistol in Cherchen''s hand, his face changed, and the surroundings became silent. They looked at Cherchen with fear in their eyes. In the era of war, you can do whatever you want with a gun. Even if you''re a priest or a priest''s servant.


    The companion of the drunken mercenary has a knife, but it can''t quench his thirst. If he really starts, his companion can only avenge him.


    "Friends, fun, fun." the drunken mercenary gave in. He let go of Oksana''s hand and put the dagger on the table. The drunken mercenary wanted to step back, and his companions behind him took a step back knowingly..


    Just then the door of the tavern was pushed open.


    Through the gap where the door was pushed open, Chechen saw a gorgeous carriage parked at the door.